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I chose the infantry because I love being outdoors. For years, I shivered in icy arctic winds, roasted under a blistering desert sun, melted under a thick jungle canopy or suffered from hypoxia on some remote mountain top.

Other than Atkinson's peanut-butter bars and the orange-slice jelly candies I enjoyed as a kid, I've been good about keeping candy at arm's length. But when I was stationed in Italy, I discovered that European chocolatiers take chocolate to a whole new level. Had my unit not rotated to Fort Bragg early, I might now be diabetic.

I prefer to buy organic fruits, veggies and meats. Rarely can I afford that, however, so I at least want it fresh. If I can't get it fresh, the next acceptable level is frozen. If I can't even get it frozen, I'll accept canned, depending on what's on the label.

Statesboro's homegrown brewery, appropriately dubbed Eagle Creek Brewing Company, is scheduled to open its doors to the public on Sept. 1, just in time for football season. The brewery is in the midst of a regional beer tour that will allow beer enthusiasts to try one of their flagship brews at a variety of bars and restaurants in the Statesboro, Savannah and St. Simons areas. In Statesboro alone, 20 bars and restaurants are carrying Eagle Creek's Low Country Pale Ale, a beer that was brewed in response to the numerous "wimpy pale ales" in the market. Boasting three ...

The thought of eating macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes and gravy, tuna salad and chicken pot pies was comforting long before they were called comfort foods. Comfort foods don't have to be fancy. They're simple, delicious and usually inexpensive to make.

ONE OF THE hottest new trends in craft beer is actually rooted in a very old tradition. Before you could buy bottles or cans of your favorite beer to enjoy at home, your only option was to fill a vessel fresh from the tap at the local pub and take it with you.

Frequently, I get spam emails telling me about miracle foods that heal everything from the common cold to common ugliness. I file them with the messages I get from that nice old lady who wants to give me $850,000.

My first paying job was picking pumpkin squash in a farmer's field for 2 1/2 hot summer days. I probably was about 10 years old. Daddy and Papa both had given me various non-paid tasks since I was 4, but I made $1 a day working for this farmer!